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~ 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎~! ~

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𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟺𝟿𝟻

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠?

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 <𝟹

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“Remind me why I’m here again?” Donnie said as he stood in the middle of his youngest brother’s room, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, “I have very very important work that I need to get to ASAP.” 

“Oho yeah?” Mikey giggled as he sat on his bed, resting his cheek on his palm, “What work?” 

Donatello huffed, glancing to the side of him, “Just plain old work, Mikey. Now tell me why I’m here so I can be on my merry way.” 

“With pleasure.” The box turtle grinned, going under his bed to get a closed cardboard box, “Y'know that since The Invasion I’ve been able to use my cool mystic hands sometimes, right?”

“I’m aware.” The older nodded. 

“Well, Barry’s been teaching me to control it and use it for the past couple of months. And I wanna see how much I’ve improved!” Michelangelo smiled, turning back to his brother.

The turtle in purple nodded in understanding, dropping his crossed arms as he put a hand on his hip, “So…where do I come to play in all of this?” The softshell asked.

“I wanna test how good I’ve gotten! And you’re the perfect person to test this tactic on.” The light scarlet eyed teen mused, turning back around to open the box, “And besides, you’ve been grumpy all week…you need this.” He mumbled to himself.

The scientist cocked his head to the side, “What was that last part?”

“Nothing!” The youngest said innocently, getting two feather’s from the box and giving them to his brother; one in each hand. 

“…Feathers.” Donnie deadpanned as he raised a confused brow.

“Feathers!” Mikey repeated. 

“…So…I’m just going to hold up these feathers for…how long?” The elder asked.

“Just hold the two feathers up and I’ll take care of the rest!” The smaller turtle smiled, a small orange hue glowing around a singular feather in the box. 

The now orange hued feather floated towards the softshell, gliding across his right side.

Donnie let out an embarrassing short squeal, dropping his arms as me marched over to his brother on the bed. Mikey raised an amused eye ridge, floating another feather to his older brother’s other side.

The purple banded turtle bit his lip, squirming as his knees buckled together. “I-I did— GHK! I-I did no— HNGK!! I did n-not agree t-t-to this!!!” He seethed. 

“Uhuh…yehes you did.” Mikey snickered, “I’d advise you to keep your arms up, big bro.”

“A-And why— ACK! Is that?!” Donatello glared.

“Well you see…if you put your arms down I’d have nooooo choice but to take the feathers you’re holding and let them join their friends in tickle tickle tickling you~!” The scarlet eyed teen smiled sweetly.

“WHAT?!” The young scientist gasped, going back to stomping to his baby brother, “Mikey I hAVE w-work to do and I— AUGH!!!” He screeched, going to the ground as the two floating feather’s made their way to his ribs. “Nohoh! Cohohome ohan!!” 

Donnie shook his head whilst kicking his legs on the carpet, trying to not give his brother the reactions he was seeking.

The softshell had work to do! He didn’t have time for these foolish games…!

But underneath his cursing and scowls…he really did enjoy this— I mean whaaaaat…? Now who said that?!

“Ihi HAHATE YOHOU!!” The purple banded teen shouted as his little brother glided the feather’s across his underarms, “YOHOU’RE E-EHEEVIL! THIHIS IHIS EHEEVIL IHI SAHAHAY!!”

“Is it really~?” The box turtle hummed. 

“YEHES! YEHES IHIT— hic IHIS!” The other laughed, shooting his arms down and hugging his middles, the two feather’s he was once holding now on the floor. 

“Uh oh~! You put your arms down, Dee~! Y'know what that means~!” The youngest teased, a light and sparkly orange hue now surrounding the two dropped feathers, the both of them tauntingly floating around the taller turtle.

“Now~! Where should they go~?” The smaller turtle teasingly asked.

The young genius shook his head frantically, “NOHOWHERE! F-FUHUHUCKING NOHOWHERE!” 

“Mr. and Mrs. Feather don’t like your cussing, Don-bon~!” 

“WEHELL TEHEHELL THEM— hic! TOOHOO FUHUCK OHOHOFF!!” Donnie hiccuped as he kicked his feet helplessly on the ground; trying to at least get the feathers off.

Another wonderful reason for him to hate mystic stuff…

“Dee~! Your arms aren’t raised~! Raise them up for me, please~!” The orange banded mutant mused.

“NOHOH! NOHOH WAHAY IHIN HEHELL!!” The light golden eyed teen squawked.

“No~?” Mikey taunted as he grazed a single feather across Donnie’s shell with his mystic powers, “EEEEHEEEP!! OKAHAY! OKAHAHAY! KEEHEEP THAHAT AWAHAHAY!!”

“Then put your arms up!” The younger said innocently, moving the feather’s down to the other’s plastron area. 

The young genius groaned through his giggles, clenching his teeth as he begrudingly raised his arms up above his head once again, “Cohohount yohour hic dahahays…” 

“Uno reverse, Donald.” The box turtle grinned, making four more feathers glide all across the softshell’s tummy. 

“GYAHAH— hic!! MYHYHY hic! NO! NOHO NONOHAHAH— hic!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!! GEHET THEHEM AHAHOUT!!” 

“Whaaaat~?” Michelangelo hummed.

“G-GEHEHET THEHEM AHA— hic! OHOHOUT!!!” The elder cried, stomping his feet repeatedly on the ground as he struggled to keep his arms up.

“But why, Tickle Tello~?” The box turtle mutant cooed, slowly walking over to his brother.

The purple banded turtle’s face turned a bright red at the tease; not even trying to put on a tough face facade anymore as he caved into the tickles, “DOHOHON’T hic CAHALL MEEHEE THAHAT hic hic YOHOU ASSHOLE!!”

“Okay, Tickle-Tello.” The smaller teen smiled innocently, sitting next to his older brother that was laughing his absolute shell off.

“Do you remember what we agreed on~?” Michelangelo asked. 

“NOHO— hic! N-NOHOH PUHUHUTTING MY AHARMS DOWN!! IHI GAHAT IHI— hic!! IHIHIT!!!” The light golden eyed teenager squawked. 

“Oh? Then why are you, hm~?” The youngest asked as he pinched the other’s hip mercilessly, resulting in the taller one to shoot his arms down almost immediately, pushing on his brother’s wrists. 

Donnie understood the rules…he really did! 

But this was just plain unfairness at this point.

“MIHI— hic! THAHAHAT’S CHEEHEEATING YOHOU— hic! B-BIHIG CHEEHEEATER!!!” Donnie squealed, his glasses falling off of his face due to the fact he was wriggling snd giggling so much.

The art loving turtle giggled, casually yawning and stretching as if there wasn’t someone literally dying of laughter beside him. 

“It’s not my fault you put your arms down.” Mikey commented smugly.

“YEHEHES IT hic IHIS!! IHIT IS!! IT hic IHIHIS— hic IT IHIHIHIS!!!” Donatello howled. 

“Oh? Is it~?” The box turtle asked, wiggling his fingers above his older brother’s thighs. The purple banded mutant’s eyes widened as he kicked his legs desperately on the floor in a small attempt to keep his little brother away…

…But who is he kidding?

When has that ever worked?  

“NAHAH— hic! NAHAHO!! AHANGEHELO hic hic PLEHEASE I-IHI’M SOHO hic SORRY!! Hic HAHAVE MERCY!!!” The softshell screamed as he hugged his middles tighter.

Mikey snickered lightly at the other’s plead, squeezing his brother’s thighs as the other threw his head back in complete hysterics. 

Happy tears rolled down Donnie’s face as his hands curled to fists, banging on the carpet floor as his legs stomped.

“Awe~! Someone looks like they’re having fun~!” Michelangelo giggled. 

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAT!!” The taller turtle protested loudly.

“You sure~?”

“YEHE— HIC!! YEHEHES MYHY GAHAHAD!!!”

“You positive~?”

“YEHEHES!!!”

“D'aww…that’s a shame~! Maybe this’ll help~!” The younger cooed in a fake pity voice as he lightly nibbled on his brother’s stomach whilst kneading the softshell’s thighs. 

The softshell in question wheezed loudly in result, pushing on the other’s plastron as the feathers quickened in speed, “OHOHAH— HIC!! MYHYHY GAHAHAD YOHOU AHARE HIC SUHUCH HIC AHAN AHASSHOHOLE!!!”

“And you’re digging yourself into an even deeper hole.” Michelangelo retorted as his elder brother let out the most loudest squeal known to man. 

“MIHIHIKEY!!!” Donnie cried.

“Yeeeeees~?” The youngest smirked.

“EEHEE— HIC!!! EEHEENOUGH! HIC EHENOUGH! E-EHENOHOUGH!!!” 

“Aw~!! But I didn’t even get to tickle your shell yet~!” The other pouted, wriggling his fingers near the taller’s shell.

“MIHICHELAHAHANEGLO!!!” The older screeched. 

“Okahay, okay, drahahama queen.” The scarlet eyed mutant chuckled, snapping his fingers which resulted in all the feather’s going back into the box. 

The smallest turtle helped his brother up, giving him a small glass of water he got prior. “Lihihike Ihi hic sahahaid: cohount. yohour. dahahays.” Donatello grumbled through his giggles.

The orange banded turtle rolled his eyes fondly, putting the now closed box underneath his bed once again, “Oh~? So does that mean you wouldn’t wanna help me the next time I practice my mystic powers?”

“…I-I nehever sahaid thahat…” The light golden eyed teen huffed.

“Soooooo, same time next week?” The smaller teen grinned knowingly.

“…Whahatever.” The taller said, quickly turning away and leaving the room to try and hide the evident genuine smile slowly morphing to his face. 

Michelangelo rolled his eyes fondly, sitting on his bed as he scrolled through his phone ever-so casually, “Same time next week it is, then.” 

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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YOU ARE TOO SWEET!! 💓💗💞💕💓💗💞💕💓💗💞💕

Ducktales Tickle Headcanons!!

Oh my days, these little guys have been eating away at my thoughts for the last month, so I'm finally forcing myself to write!! 💞💞✍️✍️✍️

TW!: SOME SWEARING! Also, this does have spoilers for season 2!!!

Tags for moots!: @sunsetsandsunshine, @hypermoonlover, @rice-cake-teen10

Plus some other people that may enjoy!: @randommusicalfluff, @anxious-lee

Strap in, because I have a LOT to say about the triplets!!! (No seriously, I wrote a shit ton.. I need to be monitored or smth) Okay, here we go!

(Rahhh he's so stimmy I LOVE HIM!!!)

❤️ Huey! ❤️

Lee-Leaning Switch!! 65/35

Lee:

Okay, I think this gif says it all, but Huey can. NOT. stop. moving!!

One poke to the sides, and he is jumping away his with highest-pitched squeal you've ever heard

It's lowkey embarrassing sometimes because of how out of control he gets

Like, he's the oldest! He's supposed to be calm and collected!

That goes out the window when he's being tickled.

It's not that he doesn't like it, he thinks it's super fun and silly!

He just has no way to manage his body 🤷

I'd say his worst spots are his ribs, feet, back, and armpits

Usually, his laugh is very bright and airy, mostly consisting of surprised giggles

Get any of these spots though?

Instead, Huey is cackling like a lunatic, out of breath and looking like he's going crazy

His knees are a melt spot! Gentle tracing there, and he won't squirm as much, opting to curl up and giggle

Most definitely squeaks. Like- a lot.

Also cannot hold in his laugh for shit

Poor kiddo just bursts out laughing immediately

Has a habit of trying to talk through his laughter, but he can never really make coherent sentences. Can get out single words though

His brothers loove to tickle him as a means of convincing him to do things (Going on an adventure, donating to Louie's kids, etc..)

He and Dewey also regularly partake in tickle fights

It's pretty much a matter of who can reach the other's spots first to determine the winner

Doesn't get lee moods often, but they definitely still happen

The Duck family is actually extremely chill when it comes to tickling, so it's pretty normal for one of the triplets to just ask for tickles

Because of this, Huey can usually just ask one of his brothers or uncles for help :)

Whenever Huey does ask for tickles, he'll usually tell his ler to just pin his arms up or smth so he doesn't accidentally squirm away

Or hit someone. That has happened far more than he'd like to admit.

Still, his brothers always get over it, and love tickling him too much to ever stop

And when Della made it back from space???

OH YOU BEST BELIEVE HE IS GOING TO HIS MOM FOR TICKLES

Atp she tickles him the most

The first time, he probably just came up to her and asked, and Della was so surprised because like-

Her baby is ticklish?? He wants to be tickled?? 😃 He wants to be tickled by her??? 😭😭😭

There were some tears of joy that day, and she definitely indulged

I am sososo grateful we got lee!Huey in canon btw- because OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

Ler:

Loves tickling his brothers!!!

A more gentle ler, and is always very careful of boundaries

His style mostly consists of scribbling, and very rarely does anything rougher than a light squeeze

Huey tickles Louie the most, but it's usually because he asks the most. (more on that later)

Is willing to tickle anyone if they ask, and is always so happy to do so

Does tease, but only when it's someone he's familiar with, and the mood is chill

"Ahhtickletickletickle!! Is this a good spot?" "I've got you now~"

Things like that

Now, remember how I said he rarely tickles roughly??

Well, there are two exceptions.

One of those exceptions being if it is specifically requested by his lee

It's typically Dewey who does this, but Huey is still very cautious

Checks in more often when he's tickling harder, just to make sure everythings hunky dory

There hasn't really been a time when things went too far, and Huey is genuinely proud of that

Again, very respectful. Never wants to make anyone uncomfortable.

Now for the second exception.

It is a pretty well known fact that Huey can get out of control when he's really mad or worked up

Someone has to do something really wrong to awaken an angry Huey.

When that person happens to be one of his little brothers??

Well.. let's just say he didn't earn the title Tickle Monster for nothing.

Emphasis on the monster part

Even when he's seething, Huey still has the common sense not to hurt his siblings

But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to tickle them until they're crying and high-key about to piss themself

This has only happened like, 3 times?

Even so, the lee certainly knows what they did wrong, so there is no doubt that any of it is unprovoked

When he's in this zone, he does not say a word

Just stares menacingly at his lee, and keeps it up until they either apologize, or (more likely) he feels like he's evened out the score

And again, it does take a substantial amount of annoyance to unleash the Tickle Monster

And Huey always lets people know when he's getting annoyed waaay before he resorts to drastic measures

Will always ask if the lee is okay after he tickles them, and will probably get them some water

Bro, we managed to get lee AND ler content (technically) of Huey- I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!

💙 Dewey! 💙

Switch!! 50/50

Lee:

Absolutely loves tickling!

This boy yearns for attention every day of his waking life- tickling is no different!

Dewey's a fighter though, so his ler better expect to be able to hold their ground

Will tickle anyone back without hesitation

Well.. except for the Huey Tickle Monster..

That's the one time when he just accepts his fate.

Other than that, Dewey will totally slap away hands, buck, arch and kick- it's just his nature.

Worst spots are his sides, feet, belly, knees, and surprisingly enough, his cheeks!

He's pretty ticklish in other places too, but these spots can be really killer

Okay, let me tell you!!

THIS. BOY. HAS. NO. SHAME!!

Absolutely zero

If he wants to be tickled, he's walking up to whoever is closest and practically demanding that they do so.

He gets lee moods somewhat often, but he'll ask even if he's not in a mood

He could just be a little bored, and just go up to a brother for tickles

Donald thinks it is so cute, so of course he never says no

His brothers pretend it's annoying sometimes, but they've never said no either soo..

Even though he does move around a bit, Dewey can actually manage to keep his arms up pretty well if he wants to

You know the 'Arms Up' game??

He's deemed himself the all-time winner!

Only lost once, and that was to Webby

Dewey's laugh is super sporadic- it ranges from frantic giggles, to squealing, to cackles, and everything in between! Sometimes within a few seconds!

I said his cheeks are one of his worst spots, but they're also a melt spot for him!

Gentle fluttering there makes him squeak and grab onto his ler's wrists

Will straight up throw in the towel if he's being tickled that way, the light sensations are unbearable to him

During lee moods though, sometimes he'll ask specifically for cheek-tickles

Gets tickled by pretty much everyone, whether he asks or not

Donald specifically has to tickle him to calm some of the energy down sometimes

With three kids, he tries and tries to find ways to make life more manageable

He's found that 5 minutes set aside to tickle Dewey consistently works to keep him under control

By the way, we can all agree that he is the biggest mama's boy known to man, correct? Good. I thought so.

Dewey is always asking her to tickle him, and has even gotten her back a few times!!

For a while, he went into detective mode to try and figure out if she was ticklish

Asking Uncle Donald, his brothers, everyone.

At some point, he crept up behind her and just squeezed her sides

Della legit screamed, whipped around, and tickled the daylights out of him.

Dewey had no regrets, and now will always start tickle fights with her.

NOT ONLY DID WE GET CANON TICKLES FOR HUEY, BUT DEWEY IS TICKLISH TOO!! 🥳💞💞

Ler:

He is a crazy ler!!

Tickles anyone and everyone ALWAYS.

If you let your guard down for a minute, there is a 90% chance that you're gonna get got.

His style is super chaotic, with wiggling fingers, tazes, squeezes, pokes..

Dewey will dew it all.

Depending on who he's tickling, he adjusts to tickle lighter or harder

His only goal is to make his lee laugh as much as possible

If light tickles can achieve that? He's going in gentle!

Harder tickles get a better reaction? He's doing that instead!

He tickles everybody about the same amount, but he does get Webby pretty frequently

Keeps track of how many times he's gotten each of his friends/family throughout the week

Does respect boundaries of course, but Dewey can get carried away sometimes

The triplets have a codeword, so he usually stops as soon as they say it

Besides that, he can forget that people need to breathe

He does do his best to check in sometimes, it just might take a second for him to remember

Gets ler moods too, and typically goes to Louie for those

His little brother whines about it, but will usually accept.

If the script is flipped, however, and someone goes to Dewey with a lee mood??

Oh ho ho, he is ecstatic!!!

As soon as boundaries and limits are communicated, he is practically jumping on his lee and going crazy.

Seems like the type to pin people down to get their worst spots

Sits on legs, holds an arm up, all of that.

Teases like nobody's business!

Wiggles his fingers, slooowly inches closer to a tickle spot, and that's just the physical stuff!

With verbal teasing, he'll make little sound effects as he works, gives compliments, whatever he can think of.

Will also pretend that he's not the one tickling his lee, asking them again and again why they're laughing

"What could possibly be so funny! Unless.. you've finally realized how hilarious I am!"

LOVES to use raspberries

They always get such frantic reactions from his brothers, how could he not use them??

Will end it all with a hug and some more compliments to keep the mood light

💚 Louie 💚

Lee!! 95/5

Lee:

Okay, look at his silly little face and tell me that this kid is anything but a lee.

I only put 5% because I feel bad for him 😭/hj

No but seriously, Louie is the biggest lee of the family! No doubt about it.

He actually really likes tickling, but refuses to admit it.

His brothers know already, they see right through his facade

Gives bratty lee energy, but it is super easy to take him down a peg.

Very big squirmer, but (suspiciously enough) never tries to actually get away.

He'll arch, twist, and kick halfheartedly, and will also wrap his arms around himself though

His laugh is loud and abrupt, and always sounds hysterical and loopy

Even if less ticklish spots are being targeted, he immediately bursts out into giggles with no chance at speaking

His words just jumble together, and it sounds like he's drunk or something

Because of this, if Louie can't manage to get the duck's safe-word out, a tap on the shoulder or the leg works just the same.

Also hides his face A. LOT!!

Hides in his hoodie, or puts his hands over his face

Worst spots are probably his sides, feet, armpits, belly, and neck

Can't take being tickled for very long, he's super sensitive

Cries extremely easily too

Like, a couple scribbles to his stomach and poor Louie is shaking his head frantically, hitting at the floor with a red face and tears in his eyes

It always scares the crap out of Huey, but they've talked about it. It's just how he reacts.

Dewey is more used to it, and rarely pays any mind when his little brother turns into a living water fountain

Teasing makes this boy's face so red- He's cooked the moment a word leaves his ler's mouth.

I said before that Dewey is great at the 'Arms Up' game..

Louie is not.

He doesn't even have a proper score because he never even managed to get his arms above his head in the first place

His brothers have tried to get him to play countless times, but the very mention of tickling has his nervous system going crazy

The most he's accomplished on his own was getting them half up, with his elbows pressed to his sides

The other triplets just yank his arms up and tickle him anyways, the game long forgotten at the sound of his surprised shrieks

If you catch him by surprise, Louie will quite literally collapse

Dewey loves to clamp onto his sides when he least expects it, because his reaction is hilarious.

His knees will buckle, and he'll go falling to the floor with a screech

It always cracks his brothers up.

Gets lee moods on a weekly basis at least

It's very common for Huey to find his littlest brother acting quieter than usual, with a slightly pink face and his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

Louie is pretty much the only one embarrassed to ask for tickles, so he'll try to hide how he feels

Luckily for him, his siblings are too emotionally attentive to not realize when he's in a mood

Again, he doesn't directly ask for tickles, but Huey ends up noticing the most, while Dewey will tickle him more at random.

Can't say "tickle". It's just not in his vocabulary.

Instead, will make a face, and say:

"Uh... You know, the t-word."

When Della returned and was introduced to the family, it took a while for Louie to decide that he did want her to tickle him too

Dewey immediately took it as his mission to help, and spilled the info to their very surprised (and very touched) mom.

After that, Della made it a point to tickle her youngest whenever he wanted, and quickly picked up on some of the signs he would drop

BRO I NEED SOME LER DELLA CONTENT I SWEAR

Ler:

Not gonna lie, I can hardly see Louie as the type to tickle other people a whole lot, so apologies for this section being shorter than the rest 😅

Okay, it's not that he doesn't want to tickle people (although that usually isn't on his agenda)

Louie Duck is hopeless when it comes to being a ler

He gets so embarrassed just thinking about it that he gives up.

Cannot tease, or say tickle, or any of that

He's attempted to tickle his brothers a total of maybe 2 times, but it didn't work out

There was a time when he tried to scribble at Dewey's knee when they were watching tv

Dewey was legit so confused, because his brother had never ever done something like that, and lowkey asked if he needed something 😭

Louie played it off like he wanted the remote, but his face was so red- Dewey knew something was up

After some pointless questioning, Dewey just wrecked his shit right then and there.

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Okay, that's all I've got for now!! Apologies for my insane word vomit, I've been needing some content bro 🥲

Anyways, Ducktales is becoming a bigger fandom for me, so if you guys have requests, I'd be happy to write for them!

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HOLLLLLY- GUYS THERE'S A RISE AD ON PARAMOUNT PLUS. ITS REALLY SHORT AND SAYS NOTHING ABOUT THE ACTUAL SHOW OR ANYTHING, BUT...

THAT'S GOTTA BE FORESHADOWING OR SMTH- I MEAN, A CHANCE TO SEE THESE GOOBERS AGAIN?!?!

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Hi I hope you are having a good morning/afternoon/evening! I just wanna say I love your headcanons about 2012 TMNT! Its so nice to see that someone else still enjoys that show. I was wondering if I could talk to you more in DMs? You seem like a pretty chill person!

Yeah, that sounds great! Thank you so much for your kind words, feel free to send me a message!

I love your new caddy fic omg also is Casey in Raphs lap the whole time? Got confused

Yes, sorry for not clarifying enough! Raph is sitting criss-crossed, with both Casey and Leo in his lap, the others kind of surrounding them. Thank you for your kind words!! ❤️❤️❤️

Tickletober Day 4- Hide and Seek

Day 4! This is my first time writing 2003, (I know, I know. I'm doing a lot of new things this month!!) so please go easy on me!

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Donny (This is how his name is spelled in this one, leave me be.)

TW!: SWEARING!

"GOD DAMN IT!"

Donatello sighed, rubbing his face. Whatever noise he just heard, he did not want to deal with. He was just feeling.. agitated today. Call it burnout, too much stress, or whatever you want, but everything just seemed to be ticking. him. off.

He made his way out of the garage, readjusted his bandana, and walked into the living room.

"Are you serious? Not again!"

'Ah, so that was where the yelling was coming from.'

Apparently, Mikey was raging at a video game.. again. He stood up, turned the tv off, and threw his controller across the room, only for it to hit Don in the foot. Just terrific.

"Mikey.."

The youngest startled slightly, turning around. "What is it?" Donny picked up the remote, and looked at it for a moment. Then, surprising the both of them, he chucked it right at his brother's head. Mikey squeaked, ducking just in the nick of time to avoid getting hit. "What the shell, man! What did I do?"

Donny gave his brother a tense glare. "You hit me with the controller.."

Mikey looked at him. He looked pretty angry.. "Oops."

The elder paused. "Just oops? Nothing else?" The orange-themed turtle shrugged. "You have nothing to say for yourself?"

Mikey looked around awkwardly. "Did.. you?"

The elder gave a smile, then nodded gently. "You have a five second head start."

Two seconds were spent processing what was said to him, and the other three, Mikey ran. He quickly rounded the corner, and made his way into the depths of the sewers. An oh-too-sweet voice echoed behind him. "Here I come~" The youngest darted down a tunnel, rushing past tunnels until- THUNK!

"Shit.."

Maybe he wouldn't be found? No.. Donny always knew how to find people. There's no way this was a good enough hiding spot. Why was he even so mad in the first place? It was an accident. A simple mistake. Why couldn't-

"Found you."

Mikey saw the eerie figure of his scientist brother in the arch of the tunnel. Suddenly, his fight-or-flight response was kicked into overdrive, and Mikey was not about to try and win against an angry Donny. He felt against the walls, but they were too smooth to climb. 'Crap.'

One second, the younger was panicking as to what he was going to do, and the next, he was plunged into screechy cackles, writhing on the stone ground. "WAHAHAIIIT, GYAHAHAH! PLEHEASE! IHI DIDN'T MEHEAN TO! IT WAHAHAS AN ACCIDENT!"

Don only tickled harder, fingers digging roughly into his baby brother's sides. "Maybe you should've been paying more attention, huh." Watching the other squeal, Donny couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Maybe he at least deserved an explanation..

He sighed. "Mikey, today hasn't been the best, if I'm being honest. That controller was the last straw, so my apologies for putting you through this." The younger barely even seemed to register what was said, too busy flailing and laughing his head off. "IHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHO, IHIT TIHICKLEHEHES!"

Don smiled a little. He probably wouldn't admit it, but hearing the younger laugh was helping to cheer him up. He moved his hands to instead scribble over Mikey's belly, causing the nunchuck-user to curl up as best he could and let out a giggly whine. More tickle spots were hidden, and it became harder to reach the ones that gave a big reaction. The elder smiled. He wasn't one to do something like this.. but what the hey?

"PBBBBBBBTT!!!"

"NeheAHAHAAAH! DOHOHOHON! SCREHEHEW YOUHUHUHUU!" Yeah.. so much for feeling bad. Donny pressed another raspberry to the younger's neck, giving him more space to dig into his plastron. "What was that? Care to repeat yourself?"

"GYEHEEAAHHAH! FAHAHACK! FUHUCK, IHIHIT TICKLEHES!"

"Cussing too? Has Leo taught you nothing?" He tsked like an impatient mother, gaze hardening slightly as his brother spewed out more foul language. Maybe they'd be here for a while..

"Mikey, until you can manage 3 minutes without swearing, you're going to have to sit here and learn your lesson. It's for your own good."

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STOPPP I LOVE THIS!!! THEY'RE SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!

Heyyy, hope your doing well.

Is it ok if I request switch!april switch!mikey and lee!donnie.April is spending time with mIkey while painting a mural somewhere... and they get into a tickle fight in which donnie gets dragged in.. If that's cool with you :D

~ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘!!! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 😌🫶🏾…𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 👏🏾💗💖💓💘˚*•✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

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𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 

𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 👩🏾‍🦱💚 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝! 𝚂𝚘, 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

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(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚑 >:]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾‼️˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Pfft…Mikey you actually suck at this…” April said, stifling a giggle as she glided a paintbrush up and down her little brother’s shell. 

The smaller teen shrieked at the sudden contact, his giggles bouncing off his room’s walls, “R-Riri plehehease…!” The youngest giggled, squirming slightly as he dug his feet into the carpet. 

“Just say a word!” The elder said, “Literally any word that reminds you of this feeling!” 

“Ihihi daha— squeak dohon’t knohohow!!” The younger squealed out as he kicked his legs from underneath his elder sibling, “Ahaprihil plehease juhuhust stahahap!”

“I can’t 'stahahap' unless you tell me, bro! How does this paintbrush against your shell feeeeeel?” The girl emphasized as she swirled her paintbrush where Mikey’s shell met his plastron. 

“I cahahan’t— squeak pfftahahah!!!” The orange banded turtle cried as he arched his back, kicking his legs desperately from underneath his older sibling. 

“Just say a single word, little brother. Aren’t you the one who wanted to help me with my art project~?” The green cladded teenager asked smugly.

Michelangelo blushed, hugging a nearby pillow to his face as his muffled laughs echoed around the room, “I-I dihid buhuhut Ihi dihihindn’t know ihit would be soho tihiHICKLY—?! NAHAHEEEK!!! SqueakAHAPRIL NAHAT squeak THEHEHERE!!!” The light scarlet eyed mutant squawked as his sister started to gently scratch at his lower shell with her nails. 

The human raised an innocent brow, her fingernails dancing across the other, “I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just tracing your shell to help you think!” 

“PLEHEASE PLEHEASE squeak REEREEHEE!!!” The paint loving turtle squealed, banging his fists in the floor, “OKAHAY OKAHAHAY!! F-FLUHUHUTTERY! IHIT FEEHEELS FLUTTERY!!” He laughed, letting out a sigh of relief as his sister got off of him, writing down the word he basically just screamed. 

“Fluttery…I like it!” The elder mused, going back and tracing the other’s shell with the brush. 

“M-Myhy gaHAHAD squeal Ihi hahate yohou…” The youngest murmured as he buried his face into the pillow more.

April held back an amused laugh, scritching her nails along the mutant’s upper shell, “Hate is a strong word, little buddy. But to refresh your memory, I’m doing a poetry art project so I need you to come up with a few…artsy word’s for me. And besides~: you’re in a mood…so you shouldn’t really be complaining all that much. I get my project done and you get tickled…it’s a win-win!”

Mikey huffed begrudgingly, blushing as his sibling basically just called him out…

The box turtle was a kind soul! A very kind soul in fact! 

So when his dear big sister texted that she needed help with her art project, Michelangelo was more than thrilled to lend a hand.

That was until he was told that April’s class was working on collages…and were given a single word to get inspired by and base their art piece off of how it made them and the people around them feel…

…And you want to know what his sister’s word was…?

Laughter.

“Your soho meeheean…” The youngest groaned loudly through his giggles. 

“I’m not being mean if you like iiiit~!” The elder giggled, causing the box turtle’s blush to deepen, “NO!NOHO TEHEHEEASING!” The younger one squawked, “PRIHILLIE WEEHEE HAD AHA DEEHEEAL!” 

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” She said as she scribbled her youngest brother’s hips, “Y'know…I think I can add a couple more words to the list...”

“Whahat ohOTHER wohords?” Mikey asked. 

“Cute, adorable, sweet, lovable—” April listed.

“SHUHUT UHUP SHUHAHA— squeal SHUHUT. IHIT.” The scarlet eyed teen said, kicking his legs more now from underneath the other.

“But you are~!”

“NAHAH— squeak GOHAHA AHA— squeak AWAHAY!!” 

“But I can’t~! I need more words for my collage!” 

“THEHEN THIHINK OHOHOF SOHOME YOHOURSELF YOHOU FOUR EYED MOHOTHER— squeak FUHUHUCKER!!!”

The elder snickered as she lightly traced the sides of her little brother’s ribs, “Woowww…cursing me out…calling me names…it’s almost like you want me to go here…”

The orange banded teen let out a tiny but mighty scream at the new sensation at the back of his ribs, trying to get off of the floor, but alas, was stopped as April sat on the back of his lower shell once again, “YOHOU— SQUEAL!! AHAHAPRIL WEEHEE SQUEAK CAHAN TAHAHALK SQUEAK ABOHOUT THIS SQUEAK PLEHEASE!!” 

“I’m hearing lots of words not having to do with my collage~!” The girl in glasses said in a sing-song voice as she pinched up and down his ribs. “NAHAH— squeak squeal GAHAHAD WHYHYHY?!” The youngest cackled. 

“Because you legit asked me to?” The elder grinned evilly as she started to slowly count every single one of her little brother’s ribs now, “Duh~!”

“E-EEEHEEP! PLAHAHEASE NAHAT THAT NAHAT THAHAT NAHAT THAHAHAT!!!” Michelangelo screamed, hugging his middles as tears of mirth appeared in his eyes. 

“Not what~?”

“OKAHAY! SQUEAL OKAHAHAY!! YOHOHOU SQUEAL CAHAN PUHUT SQUEAK MEHERRY, JOHOHOLLY, FUHUNNY, LIHIHIVELY AHAND SWEEHEET NOHOHOW PLAHAHEASE!!!” The box turtle absolutely squealed. 

“There we go~! See? It wasn’t that hard.” April smirked, patting the other’s shoulder as she got up and added the five words on her paper. “Ihi feeheel lihihike I juhust gohohot bahahack frohom aha war…” Michelangelo groaned as he wiped his eyes to clear the happy tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, you’re fine.” April said as she rolled his eyes fondly, writing down the words Mikey said on the clipboard. The youngest stretched him arms, getting up and peering over the older’s shoulder, “Buhut anywahay’s, hohow mahahany mohore words do yohou need?”

“Five.” The elder said casually.

“FIVE?!” Michelangelo repeated in complete and utter awe, “How many words do yohou freaking neeheed?!”

“Five.” The older repeated, “The number in total was originally supposed to be ten but Mrs. Anderson said if I add one more to the required word count I’d get extra credit.”

“…Why do you always have to pick extra credit?” The orange cladded mutant whined, flopping on his bed as he looked at the ceiling.

“Because why not?” The elder huffed, “Now come over here! I need five more words on how laughter makes you…feel.” She said dramatically, putting a hand over her forehead for a theatrical effect. 

“Yeah, yeah...“ The light scarlet eyed teen uninterestingly said, “But you come over here; I don’t feel like lying on my carpet anymore.”

“Pfft— okay, your majesty.” The glasses wielding human snickered, sitting next to her brother on his bed. And without warning, the smaller teenager wrapped her in a hug from behind with one hand while the other slipped under her shirt and scribbled all over her bare stomach.  

“AUUGH! Y-YOU’RE HAHAHANDS ARE F-FUHUCKING FREEZING!!!” April seethed before bursting out into loud and contagious cackles, “AHHAHA— squeak! WAHAIT! WHAHAT THEHEHE FAHACK!?” She squealed. 

“Aww~! Look at you giggling up a storm~!” The smaller teen smiled, “Your laugh is beyond adorbs, Riri.” 

“STAHAP IHIT! YOHOHOU PEICE AHAHOF— squeal! NOHOH!” The older cried, kicking her legs in an attempt to escape which only caused the youngest to tickle harder. 

The human girl threw her head back; completely lost in her own squeals and shrieks. “Soooooo~! About those words~!” The youngest teased. 

“NAHAHAHAA— YOHOU LIHITTLE BRAHAHAT!!” The green cladded girl shouted. 

“I don’t think 'brat' or 'little' goes with the word 'laughter', Prillie...” Mikey giggled.

Oho revenge was sweet…

…So so sweet.

“YOHOU— hic! STAHAHAP IHIHIT NOHOHOW!!!” The girl in green giggly threatened. 

“No can do, big sis!” The youngest said as innocently as he could, “I need you to tell me how laughing makes you feel~! What do you feel right now~?”

“NO YOHOU— hic GAHAHAH! STAHAP IT— squeak!” April howled, “FIHINE! FLUHUHUTTERY! IHI FEEHEEL FLUHUTTERY!!” 

“I already said that.” The orange themed turtle hummed, getting his hand out of the other’s shirt and squeezing her thigh mercilessly.  

“MIHIHI— hic FAHAHACK— hic! O-OKAHAHAY!! GIHIGGLY?!”

“Four more woooords~?”

“NOOOHOHOH! DUHUHUDE YOHOUHAH— squeal!”

“I can’t stop unless you give me four more words~! Come on, big sis~! Just four more words~!” Michelangelo taunted, using both of his hands to knead the other’s hips. “GYAHAH!!! M-MYHYHY GAHASH!! FIHIHINE! JOHOY?!” The girl offered as she kicked and thrashed.

The younger teen nodded, “Three more~!”

“REEHEELAHAHAXED?!” 

“Two more~!” 

April let out a loud squeal, getting out of the hug as she lightly hit the other on the upside of his head, “Ahand trihiumphant.” She huffed, writing down the four words she said. 

The light scarlet eyed mutant rolled his eyes, looking over her shoulder once more, “How do you feel 'triumphant' when you’re laughing??? That doesn’t even make any sense…”

“Yohou dohon’t mahahake ahany sense.” The girl with glasses retorted as she stuck her tongue out at her little brother; which the little brother in question gladly copied.

Then suddenly and abruptly, Donnie walked into the bedroom, leaning on the doorframe as he knocked on the wall, “Hello, Michael and Prillie. I’ve come to inform you two that Raph has obtained us some rice and peas and jerk chicken for dinner.”

April and Mikey turned their attention to the softshell as he leaned on the doorway, “…Where did Raphie get the food from?” The box turtle asked suspiciously. 

“Oh…well, he and Leo made it.” Donatello grimaced, shrinking slightly as he saw his younger brother’s face start to form in anger, “They cleaned up after themselves— I promise. I supervised.” The light golden eyed mutant assured.

The light scarlet eyed teen rolled his eyes, going over towards his door, “I’ll be the judge of that.” He huffed, going to march towards the door but was halted by April as she gave him the clipboard. “Oh Dee~? Before we go eat, do you mind answering a quick question for me?” The eldest asked innocently.

“Uhm…okay?” The purple banded teenager said as he fully walked into the room, closing the door, “What’s the question?” 

“How does laughing make you…feel?” April asked.

The softshell blinked once in confusion, “…What?”

“How does laughing make you…feel?” Mikey repeated.

“I…don’t understand the question.” Donnie chuckled in amusement, “How does it make me…feel…?” He repeated to himself as he scratched his head, “I…feel joy when I laugh, I suppose.” 

“Anything else?” The girl in glasses emphasized, sneakingly inching her way to her brother as he was deep in thought. “Erm…lively? I do feel quite alive and quite joyous when laughter occurs.” 

“Anything eeeelse?” The chocolate brown eyed teenager drawed out as she scribbled her nails alongside the taller’s sides. Donnie let out a short squeal, flinching back as he hugged his middles.

The one day he left his battleshell in his room…

“Ahahapril doohoo. nahahat.” The taller teen warned, backing away as his sister inched towards him. “Whaaaat~?” She said casually, “I’m just helping.” 

“Tickling meehee ihihis not hehelping meehee thihink ohof ahan answer!” The light golden eyed teen said as if it was obvious, riskily sprinting to the door as his younger brother effortlessly caught him; the two boys basically fighting to the death as Mikey effortlessly pinned the older turtle to the ground, tickling his underarms.

“HEHEH— hic STAHAHA! YOHOU L-LIHIHITTLE SHIHAT!! LEHET MEEHEE GOHOH!!!” The tech loving turtle shouted, squirming from underneath the other.

“Nu-uh! I suffered so now you have to suffer.” The box turtle smiled. 

“AHA— hic! WHAHAT— PFFTAH! DOHOES THAHAHAT EEHEEVEN hic MEAN?!” The taller turtle inquired through his chorus of cackles. 

“Thought of a word to describe how you’re feeling yet, Don?” The eldest asked as she sat next to her two brother’s, grinning like the Cheshire cat. 

“IHIHI’M hic GOHOING hic TOOHOO KIHICK YOHOU GUHUHUYS' ASSES!!!”

“Language, young man!” The box turtle scolded, gently flipping Donnie on his plastron as he scribbled his fingers lightly against his shell. Donatello frantically kicked his legs, banging his fists on the ground as he screeched in laughter.

“GAHAHAD NAHAHAH— hic! PLAHAHEASE!!! WHYHY?!” He wheezed, tears of mirth blurring his vision as he shut his eyes tight. “I-IHIHI FEEHEEL REEHEELAXED!!!”

“Already have that one.” Michelangelo commented. 

“GIHIHI— hic! GIHIHIGGLY! I FEEHEEL GIHIHIGGLY!”

“Already said that one too~!“ 

Donatello wheezed once more, his heels digging into the carpet and his legs flinging around like crazy, “HAHAPPY! I FEEHEEHEEL HAPPY!!! NOW STOHAP STAHAHOP STOHOHOP!!” He cried, letting out a contented sigh as his little brother stopped the assault. 

“I hic cohohome here…toohoo deliver hic news…ahahand thihis is hohow I’m hic being repahaid….” Donnie grumbled through his giggles, huffing and puffing under his breath as Mikey hugged him. 

“And that makes eleven words!” The girl with glasses grinned, writing down the last word on her paper. “Thanks for your help, you too.” 

“Ahanythihing fohor you, Ihi guess.” The softshell said as he rolled his eyes, getting up as his younger brother was still clinged to him, “So…are we going to go eat or…?” The box turtle asked as he hugged his older brother’s arm.

“Yeah, yeah…” April giggled as she clinged to Donnie’s other arm as all three of them walked to the kitchen, linking arms. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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I lowkey thing I'm going to try to write something.. hmm

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reblog to tell your mutual you’re proud of them and it’ll all work out